Get a water dispenser. The conductor's seat could have had a water dispenser, but he was accustomed to using a hot water bottle, and the old bottle had mottled paint on the outside, so he still didn't mean to retire. He suddenly raised his head to see the pitiful look of the flight attendant, the hand holding the teacup was not placed, nor was it raised.
"Want to drink? Let me drink it for you." You don't have to cry for a sip of tea, right? He thought inexplicably.
The flight attendant was very moved and waved his hand quickly: "I don't drink, I don't drink, Brother Rong, you drink. We all count on you." After saying that, she put her mobile phone in front of him and opened a video, "Oh yes, Rong Brother, look at this."
Wu Fengrong pulled his neck forward and asked curiously, "What is it?"
It's the pretty female anchor of the news channel reporting the morning headlines—
"Now let's pay attention to the progress of the major homicide case on September 27 in Tongzhou. Our reporter verified with the police that the underage victim Xiao Quan was a sophomore in Tongzhou No. 1 Middle School before his death. At 23:40 on the evening of September 27th A few minutes later, he was hit in the back of the head by a blunt object at the back door of the Liuhua Road Internet Cafe, resulting in a skull fracture and massive intracranial hemorrhage.
After the incident, the Tongzhou police quickly set up a task force to investigate, and they have locked the suspect at large: Zhou Yanling. This man is a 35-year-old native of Tongzhou, who works for Lixin Insurance Group. The person in charge of the company said that Zhou Yanling had been absent from work for five days and could not be contacted. This afternoon, the Ministry of Public Security officially issued a B-level wanted notice to the whole country, and witnesses are welcome to provide information…”
A photo was put on the screen, and it was indeed Zhou Yanling in row 15 of the 4th carriage.
The flight attendant said nervously, "Brother Rong, have you just found someone? Is it him?"
Wu Fengrong rolled his eyes, finished the tea in the cup, and looked at the photos on his mobile phone, but did not speak immediately. Zhao Xintao clenched his fists on the side, his eyes widened, as if he had been strongly frightened. Then I heard the flight attendant mumble and continue: "I'm still a minor, what a fucking beast. If I were the child's parent, I would like to cut this murderer alive..."
After a while, Wu Fengrong patted Zhao Xintao on the shoulder: "Xintao, you go to inform the marshals, send them the photos, and strengthen the inspection, but don't arrest people randomly, so as not to disturb the passengers. Who are the marshals on duty today?"
Zhao Xintao said: "Something happened at Jianjun's house. Only 4 people got on the bus today. I'll go and see." After speaking, he hurried out.
Wu Fengrong's heart sank. The old marshal team leader Qi Jianjun has rich experience and a calm style, but he is absent today. The marshal team may not be very useful. He called the entire crew to the conductor's seat for a meeting, and urgently informed the train that there might be a nationally wanted criminal.
After the short meeting, Wu Fengrong looked at his watch, it was exactly half past six, it was time for the dining car to prepare breakfast. He asked the flight attendant to bring him two meat buns. The steamed buns that had just come out of the oven were fragrant. He wrapped them in oiled paper while biting them and walked slowly to the No. 4 carriage.
Passing the end of the No. 6 carriage, the door of the bathroom clicked open, a hand suddenly stretched out, grabbed Wu Fengrong's sleeve, and pulled the person in. Wu Fengrong almost choked into his trachea with a mouthful of steamed buns, his gaze swept across the swaying windshield box, and fell into a man's arms just before he heard the neat sound of slamming the door. The swift black shadow covered Wu Fengrong's sight. He shivered involuntarily, not because of fear, but because the north wind was so fierce that it hurt his cheeks. He remembered that the window was basically open in the toilet for ventilation, and this narrow space was the coldest place in the car.
The conductor rubbed his nose, a little impatient: "Why?"
Zhou Yanling opened the bun in his hand, held his wrist with one hand and raised it to the top of his head, the hot breath spurted out of Wu Fengrong's ears, forming the effect of alternating hot and cold with the north wind, and the effect of ice and fire overlapping. Wu Fengrong felt his earlobe being bitten, and his wet tongue made a circle on it. Someone said: "Borrow a fire."
Wu Fengrong's expression changed, his knees slammed up against the man's groin, Zhou Yanlin squatted down with a cry of pain, Wu Fengrong broke free from his wrists and turned his head to open the door, and the person behind him put a hand on his shoulder. The two were fighting in the bathroom, which was less than three square meters. Wu Fengrong raised his foot and was about to kick it again, but was dodged. This kick directly hit the stainless steel sink, causing a cramp in pain. Zhou Yanling grabbed his waist, turned around and pressed him on the door panel, and locked the door again with a click. He separated Wu Fengrong's knees with his left leg, broke into his crotch, and pushed him hard against his crotch. This action can be regarded as sexual harassment, Wu Fengrong's expression still did not change, and he slanted coldly. The man let out a deep laughter, this smile was actually very hearty and frank, and it didn't mean to be a vile gangster at all.
"It's just to borrow a fire, the train conductor can't be guilty of copying the ancestral hall, right?"
"What's the benefit of me helping Mr. Zhou light a fire?"
Wu Fengrong pulled out a hand and rubbed it along the man's waist.
Through the thin fabric of the white shirt, Zhou Yanling could feel his fingers are cold, like five young snakes wandering around his back waist. As soon as he lowered his head, the conductor stretched out his red tongue and licked the gravy from the corner of his lips.
Zhou Yanling sniffed along the back of his neck, his lips were only half an inch away from the skin, and the lingering itching scratched Wu Fengrong's heart. He sighed deeply, unable to ignore the heat that was slowly pouring out of his bones.
"I can promise myself," Zhou Yanling murmured, "as long as the train conductor doesn't dislike the humble qualifications."
Wu Fengrong smiled, his cold and dangerous hand slid in from the corner of his shirt, and the man's flat and tight skin brushed from his palm. The fingertips visited the waist and touched the firm abdomen. The conductor lowered his eyelashes and peeped through the corner of the half-covered shirt to see the naked skin, the color was very healthy, he continued to "ignite" along the navel, the man's breath was on him. The ears became heavier.
Suddenly, the finger stopped and landed on an obvious scar. It should be the old scar. It was much whiter than the surrounding skin. It was two fingers wide and the palm was long. It was abruptly clawed on the skin. Wu Fengrong continued to move up, and felt the gauze under the ribs again.
His eyes changed. Really hurt!
Zhou Yanling gasped, apparently hurt by the wound. Wu Fengrong suddenly exerted his strength and roughly tore his shirt, and saw that blood had penetrated the gauze. He leaned over to kiss the gauze, his lips touched the irritating smell of blood, and the tip of his tongue followed the wound all the way to the collarbone. Zhou Yanling's hand on his shoulder almost crushed his shoulder.
He raised his head and looked into the depths through the man's pupils: "How did it hurt?"
The man's handsome face was covered, and his thick lips carried a faint smell of smoke. Wu Fengrong opened his mouth to take it, and the kiss was almost affectionate, like a couple who had been in love for a long time. Even he was surprised. He rarely had such a tacit understanding with a stranger. He pressed his head against his face, as if he wanted to bite off the other's lips.
This kiss was too violent, and Zhou Yanling looked very proud when he stepped away: "The train conductor is so enthusiastic?"
Wu Fengrong still had saliva on the corners of his mouth, and he stretched out his hand to untie the belt without talking nonsense. He will never be wronged by his desires, he will enjoy it as much as he can, and he will take care of his own affairs. Zhou Yanling kissed his neck and shoulders breathlessly while pulling his trousers, Wu Fengrong muttered a word "cover" from his shoulder pocket, in exchange for Zhou Yanling's laughter.
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The sound of the torn plastic seal of the reimbursement sleeve stimulated Wu Fengrong's five senses. The man bit on his neck, Wu Fengrong let out a short and emotional groan, and handed the wet sleeve to his hand. He hurriedly took out the work from his trousers, and put it on effortlessly. The mouth could not receive the intensive kiss. Like two copulating beasts, the north wind is full of sex.
Zhou Yanling lifted the man up with one hand, Wu Fengrong wrapped his legs around his waist and wished to nail his butt to the cock. He buried his head on Zhou Yanling's shoulder, propped up the sink under him with one hand, and clasped Zhou Yanling's back with the other, and from time to time he let out a low growl from his throat. Zhou Yanling pulled his head up forcibly, the train conductor's face was covered with clouds, the corners of his eyes were full of spring, and less than a drop of tears were buried under the black eyelashes.
"Fuck." Zhou Yanling scolded fiercely.
Needless to say, Wu Fengrong has been fucked to the point of losing his spirit. Rao was like this, and he could tell that he was calmly bickering: "Aren't you already fucking... ah!" The savage impact pushed into the depths of the rectum, and he almost bit his tongue. His unyielding temperament was aroused, he lifted a handful of bangs, leaned over to cover the mouth of the criminal, and kissed fiercely.
Zhou Yanling had never encountered such a lustful thing as him, and he was still restless after being fucked like this. There are many boys he has played with, and he is the only one who is tossing people on the bed, where did such a bossy ancestor come from. But Wu Fengrong's tearful face crashed into his heart, and his heart throbbed, and the movements of his crotch couldn't help speeding up and aggravating. He knocked the drop of water hanging from his eyelashes and landed on his face.
"Fuck you..." Wu Fengrong bit his lip, and the sweet blood stained his mouth, as if he wanted to eat people.
Zhou Yanling twisted his nipple and heard the sigh in his mouth with satisfaction. If he hadn't been worried that this was a toilet and the soundproofing was poor and there were so many people coming and going, he would have liked to open the mouth above so that this slut would get away with it. Yelling loudly. Wu Fengrong's voice was thin and hoarse, like the rustling of tobacco leaves in an old-fashioned bong, making Zhou Yanling's blood rush to his head.
There's a knock on the door outside, Wu